"Vi-" he said airly, as his lips pressed back into mine. He was trying, which was cute, but he couldn't bring himself to stop kissing me. His deep laboured breaths became prevalent as he peppered kisses against my lips, in a feeble attempt to break it off. The metal began to grate as he threaded the peg through its hole, before he paused slightly. Letting his grip fall from my waist, he reached behind for the door, lips still on mine, grunting slightly as he felt around for the latch, making sure that it was bolted.
Lips hot and heavy against mine, the flavour of stale cigarettes poisoned every swipe of his tongue against mine. I wasn't sure if it was love, or if it was life, but I was sure on one thing: he was choosing me. The two were rarely ever mutually exclusive in games like ours, and one could never come without consequence of losing the other.Īs Jungkook's hands began to roam, his fingers becoming reacquainted with how it felt to grapple at my flesh, it seemed like his choice had been made.
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